Epoch

We were but an old time prayer.

Yet time we shared is through.

Our reverence gone that of air. 

Slowly and Slowly losing you.

Now everything's a memory.

Our life now split.

You are only history.

The spark no longer lit.

Those years we spent together.

And all the rules we would defy.

There was not a day better.

My friend I say goodbye.

As I'm off into the wild.

Goodbye my inner child.

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[John the Baptist]

Actually, for better or worse, we never lose our inner child.